It all becomes clear
The Cloudpump
the black-tinted World-Spirit blows from carafes
wind-legs spreadout like fin and
wing in water and air
so that he damns himself decomposer juggler of his
bones cottonwool bridges
he who rolls fruits and rolls birds across the sky
and grinds guidestones like an organ
thus we climb out of him nothing holds us back
and measure twelve bushels of shadow three ells of owls
and are fathomdeep rosegrass
he seduced the swan
he reversed the watershed
he makes neither flowers or ado
he carries a small glass cask
vain is the crown of his head and his mind and carries
mountains and lustre within
at dawn-red at cannon-messinger he must die along with
his core and choir and individual voice
and taps the tuning forks on the thin trunks of his bodies'
nightteats
and mints his blood in small kettles
and splashes the angular night with stars
yes waxwardrobe weather-sheaf-chimes
and when someone doesn't want to there is someone who
wants to and must and can again and would like to and
fills the glasses to the rim and laughs and
neither feels nor smells the other therefore the cradles
rock quickly
The Butterfly incident
A butterfly flashed into my face
A stopwatch image of colorful contrasts
Gold as the promise of love
Black as the trap of hate
Just an instant, then away
A slight smudge on my glasses
Where has it gone
Is it still alive?
Hello Vera
What balm for the bites have you
brought for me
What balm for bites you
brought to me
What balm
What lotion
What salve
For the burns I've got
For the burns you brought
DNA
Late last night about to have a fit
Trying to write a new musical hit
Early in the morning, about a quarter to three
Picking on my guitar till my fingers bleed
I couldn't think of what it could be
Till i finally decided I could write about me
So, by golly, I've written an ode
Here it is my own genetic code
It's a big long string of chemical goo
All mooshed together in a sticky brew
It makes my nose and it makes my toes
And all that gooey stuff inside, I suppose
It makes my head, up under my hat
My brains too, I'm not sure about that
It's what puts my foot in front of my heel
It's what gives me my sex appeal
Four basic lumps thar come in pairs
Making the hip and making the squares
About a billion or so making you and me
Just a couple more than a chimpanzee
All twisted up in a great long rope
Making the mailman, making the pope
You've got some too, don't feel slighted
Just remember now mine's copyrighted.
Heartburn
I used to keep my heart
Locked safe in a steel vault
I've learned since then
I've grown
An imprisoned heart cannot breathe
Now I keep it in a bullet proof vest
Strong but flexible
I'm OK
Getting ready today to leave on the Arizona trip bright and early tomorrow morn.
Probably won't be able to post for awhile.
We are not taking any computers with us on the train..
Maybe I'll be able to go to a coffee shop and mug some nerd, I mean borrow or rent someone else's
But don't plan on it,
Talk amongst yourselves.
A picture, then good bye
Hmmmm........I was going to put the picture here but I like it better up there.
It's a famous rock in Wyoming.
Independence or steamboat or waffle iron or something.
posted by Lane Savant at 9:52 AM
57 Comments:
Hallo, Lane & Meredith!
Bon Voyage a Arizona!! Glad you're going by train! The trip to LA is beautiful, and you go by daylight the next day to AZ if it's south AZ; later if no. AZ. So you'll probably overinght in LA; I would/have cheaper overnighted in Oxnard(?) the stop after Sta Barbara. `There is an el-cheapo Motel just a few blocks from the Amtrak station.
Glad you still have butterflies in the Seattle area; here pesticides have decimated them.
Schwerin has its annual week-long Film Fest (the only time in year that films other than the Hollywood waste-basket are shown here) starting now, so Iwon't miss your blog if no nerd is on your trains.
Margrit wants to know what Meredith's new e-mail address is as she is no longer @ Boeing.
Tschüß,
Anonomann & LL
Well, as I type this, you and Meredith should be rising and getting ready for your fabulous train ride. It looks like you're going to get some good weather for the event--in AZ, not here where it is raining this morning.
Your (5) poems were very interesting, and I think I recognize some of them from the past postings, but I can't be sure. You do not credit them to other poets, so one must assume that you are the author of all five. I reposted them on FFTR yesterday, and they look great out there. Did you just go into a frenzy of poem writing, or are these some of the poetic gems that we have been begging you to post for eons?
I do hope that Anonomann, or some other faithful blogger will start some sort of discussion here in your absence. It is hard to predict such events.
Be safe this week and have fun.
Glenn
I hope you do not get too hung up in the club car. Booze can dampen down one's enthusiasm for their original intentions. You never did respond to Butch's question as to the particulars of your accommodations. You like being the mystery man, or you have been too busy, or lethargic to respond, enit?
Eddy Emerald
Doug:
Silly Putz--this happened on your last vacation too. How can we "talk amongst ourselves", when your blog owner approval meter is still ON? We can send comments into the closet of your cyber space, but none of us will have any earthly idea what others are saying, or even if they are saying anything at all. Perhaps it will be like a treasure trove when you finally review and post all the diverse comments. That would be cool.
Glenn
Except for the ARP, the poems are mine.
I'll turn the comment moderation off
We're outa here.
Hallo Anonomann & LL:
Thanks Doug, for straightening me out on the CLOUDPUMP poem. I fixed the posting on FFTR. Here is another interesting poem of his:
Kaspar Is Dead by Jean Hans Arp
alas our good kaspar is dead.
who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will pull
black wool over our eyes day by day.
who will turn the coffee mills in the primal barrel.
who will lure the idyllic roe from his petrified paperbag.
who will sneeze oceanliners unbrellas windudders beekeepers spindles
of ozone who will pick clean the pyramids' bones.
alas alas alas our good kaspar is dead. holy saint bong kaspar is dead.
the clappers raise heart-rending echoes of sorrow in the barns of the bells
when we murmur his name. therefore i will only sigh out his surname
kaspar kaspar kaspar.
why hast thou forsaken us. in what shape has thy lovely great soul taken
flight. hast thou changed to a star or a chain made of water in a tropical
whirlwind or a teat of black light or a transparent brick in a drum that
howls for its craggy existence.
now the soles of our feet and the crowns of our heads have dried up and
the fairies are lying half-charred on the funeral piles.
now the black bowling alleys thunder in back of the sun and no one is
setting a compass or spinning the wheelbarrow's wheels.
who will eat with the phosphorized rat on the lonely barefooted table.
who will chase the siroccoco devil that's trying to lead off our horses.
who will decipher the monograms scratched on the stars.
his bust shall adorn the mantels of people ennobled by truth through it
leaves but small comfort or snuff for his death's head.
Anonomann, have you read Arp's poetry in German? Is he well known over there? I am beginning to kind of like the free form run-on style of dadaist poets like him.
Glenn
Anonomann:
Have you checked out the Second Lane Savant creation, FEEL FREE TO READ, over at bibliosity.blogspot.com ? He lets me post on it too, and now there are over 400 postings put on since December. My stuff, Lane's, Alex Shapiro, Sherman Alexie, and Janet Leigh Dowd. If you check it out, it will give us lots to chat about. Sounds like you have taken the train to AZ before. So one stops for the night, and gets off the train, and then catches another one the next morning? They used to have sleeper rooms on them. Has that changed on Amtrak?
Glenn
Here's some great quotes by Arp;
Jean Hans Arp Quotes
Back to Poet Page
"Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb."
"Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation
I like this dude more and more.
Glenn
Happy Maypole Day! This should be yet another day of sun and fun for Doug and Meredith, out there on trains, on the desert, soaking up the Southwest digs like mini-Indiana Jones's, sort of, maybe.
Ironically, in Palmer's absentia, I seem to be talking to myself. Nothing odd or new in that, but I expected a plethera of chatter from the many zany FFTL fans, and/or maybe some of the fans and readers from the new sister blog, FFTR. Nevertheless, I find the time to shake it down, to blog my booty off, to see and appreciate the world around me.
For those who crave fine musical clips beyond the ones offered by Doug, and enjoy beautiful pics of the San Juans, go visit Alex Shapiro's site, NOTES FROM THE KELP. Doug and I are regulars over there; Kelphistos actually. For those of you who want to get mind deep in poetry, go to Janet Leigh's site, Poetmeister....Road to Parnasus. For those of you who love movies, keep reading my colorful reviews on FEEL FREE TO READ, and join the fun over at the Tacoma Film Club Annex site. So much to chose from!
I realized this morning that it was May Day and I seemed to have a jones for poles;odd sensation, I assure you. I have wrapped myself in Celtic ribbons, and have twirled myself dizzy here at the office. Perhaps it is good that it is 5:30am, and there is no one else around yet.
Glenn
Party Man; Social Moth
I love parties,
but have always been
disappointed by
their temporal limitations.
You spend
the first half hour
shyly wondering
whether you should have
come at all
because
you don’t know most of the people.
Then perhaps
you see someone
you know, and you
start a conversation.
Soon you are talking
to strangers
even though your mother
told you not to.
As the evening progresses,
inhibitions loosen,
and when things are running
smoothly,
and you are becoming
the life of,
the energy level
drops—
people start to leave.
So you settle into
an interesting conversation
that seems to be going
somewhere,
and the host must needs
bid adieu—
something mumbled
about sleep, work, morning.
Damn,
a rent in the cocoon,
ejection from the womb
of social ability,
into the reality
of the drive home;
contemplating
the things
you should have said,
and the things
you shouldn’t have said—
the brilliant thoughts
left unexpressed;
mangled sentences
that are never
to be edited into
their true form.
Doug Palmer 2006
Another fine transciption from Glenn
Days of Dogma
Have you ever actually
tried to turn away
wrath
with a soft word?
Remember Job?
You know,
do you not,
that senseless acts
of kindness
are often called
“harassment”?
You know,
don’t you,
that random acts
of beauty
are often referred to
as “graffiti”?
God put you
in the world
because he wanted you
in the world,
and He did not invent
the escapism
of religion.
The bible
is a human invention.
All the gospels are titled
“according to”
prophet so-and-so.
The second commandment
of every religion is,
“don’t worship idols
or graven images”;
yet that is
exactly
what the bible is.
Don’t come to me
when you find out
that you have wasted
your life
waiting
for “heaven”.
Man,
get it
while you can.
Doug Palmer 2007
Lovingly and loyally transcribed and slightly rearranged by
Glenn
Aspice Quod Felis Attraxit
That is the name
of a composition
I wrote,
resulting in my first
public performance.
It is a set
of piano variations
as sung by a choir
of cats.
Amazingly enough,
all the parts are sung
by the same cat!
Her name was
Heller;
who is now deceased.
She sang under various
pseudonyms,
or pseudonames, like
Felinious Monk,
Catgang Mozart,
Bela Barcat,
and Paw Paw Haydn.
The music is based
on a theme of
Darius Meow.
Catalog is Garfield
listing 9L.
The choir is
the usual SATB;
Siamese,
Alley,
Tabby, and
Bengal.
The Bengal voice is
especially entertaining.
The Siamese voice is
so virtuosoistical,
you will be tempted to think
it is a mouse,
but it’s not.
Actually,
getting this voice
requires a surgical process
that has become obsolete
for humans,
but is recommended
by the animal control people
for your pets.
Doug Palmer 2007
Once again, the Lane Savant genius has been proudly presented by
Glenn
Scrunchy Smunchy Snow
Wow,
four inches of snow
last night!
I have been doing
a lot of walking in it.
I missed one event
because of it,
but found another
at the bottom
of the hill
where we live;
trying to help people
get their cars going
straight—
but to no avail.
As Ken Kesey once said,
your car either
goes up the hill,
or it stays down the hill.
The afternoon’s walk
revealed all the stalled cars
of last night
gone,
but some new ones
sitting crosswise
in the road.
Kind of reminded me
of my Army days in Alaska.
But
last night’s walk was fun,
listening to
the different kind of
crunching sounds
footsteps make
depending on whether
I trod on newly fallen stuff
or the broken ice bits.
The shadows
of the falling flakes
under the street lights
made the surface of the snow
look like they were
teeming with crazed insects.
I love walking
in the cold air
and looking at
the white blanket
that covers all.
The snow on the trees
creates
a lacy fringe,
framing the lake
and the sight
of Mercer Island
on the other side.
Doug Palmer 2007
Nice descriptions, Doug. Good on you. Thanks for sharing.
Glenn
Here I go again, talking to myself. Oh well, such is life as Lane and Meredith careen around the Southwest looking at bones and rocks and snakes and insects and Indian artifacts, and Indian jewelry that was made in China.
It has been a long week with you, Doug, but hopefully you are having a whale of a good time in AZ. As you can see, I have been amusing myself by digging into the FFTL archives, and converting your prose into poetry. I have posted all of it on FFTR as well. You now have a respectable lexicon of poetry on line. I guess you're a poet and don't know it, enit?
Glenn
Ironically, the comment buttons do not include the date they were done. The above comment and this one were completed on Friday morning, May 2, 2008. I did not complete ALL the comments on one day, but yesterday I did whip out (5) of them.
Come home safely.
Glenn
The Road Back
Trashing out
my abandoned rental house,
I managed to salvage
a record
of Gershwin hit songs.
One in particular
effected me.
I would have liked to share
the lyrics to the song,
but decided against it;
for I am afraid
of lawyers,
and besides Ira
was a much better writer
than I.
It is a song
about loneliness
and fear of abandonment;
the singer asks
to be remembered,
even though separated
by both physical and emotional
distance.
Memory has an odd effect
on old people
like me.
When I heard this song,
I think about,
I remember
the hundreds of people
I have known,
and many more who I
would have liked
to have known.
Some are gone.
My family,
for instance,
except for my sister,
her loveable husband,
and her two sons,
are all gone;
Mother, father,
stepfathers,
grandparents,
cousins,
old pals,
old loves,
all gone.
Friends and relatives,
I can remember
lots of them;
they seem to come
and go—
some stay longer
and some never get to be
known at all.
Al Kistenmacher,
where are you?
Some,
hell, there must be
millions of them,
are just latent,
theoretical friends—
strangers I have not met
yet.
But that is not memory—
it’s just speculation, rumination,
flights of fancy.
But I guess
that old song was about
a specific kind
of loneliness,
a romantic desire,
for human contact, yet
without the awkwardness, discomfort,
or commitment
of the face to face;
a kind of unfulfillable
yearning.
I must say,
at least for me,
face time,
even with its dangers,
is still where
real rewards
lie.
Still, it can be
reassuring
to think of someone
off in the distance
somewhere,
remembering me,
as I remember that
someone, or
those some ones;
you know,
all the cats
I’ve known before.
So it finally
comes down to you—
Gershwin and Palmer;
contrast and compare
as I stray off,
muttering gently,
“Do remember me.”
Douglas Palmer 2007
Like toys in the attic, I find Palmer gems in the archives, and I see the line shifts, and the poetric musings withing them. This one was when Doug was waxing sentimental--which he should probably do more of.
Glenn
Valentine Resonance
Intermezzo
Doug Palmer said:
I still cling
to the absurd notion
that love is
of some practical use,
when we all know
that it actually is
pie in the sky.
Anyway,
I heard from an old friend,
a good buddy
from high school;
who is
a poet,
an actor,
a philosopher,
and a big time movie buff.
Readers all—
I don’t know if me
loving you
does any good,
but at least it
makes me feel
a little more like
a partially decent
human being.
Coda
Glenn Buttkus said;
The decades between us
are dust,
and how wonderful
on this Valentine’s Day
to read your message
from the heart.
Seattle for me
has turned into
a city of ghosts.
Living in Tacoma
these last 25 years
has altered my perceptions;
remember in 1958
when we called Tacoma,
“the armpit of Puget Sound”?
All I can say today
in its defense
is it’s cleaner now,
and the South Sound
has its charms.
Until you surfaced
recently as a respondent
to one of wayward postings
on anther blog site,
I thought of you
too,
as a ghost;
a ghost who walks.
Nice to see
there is still some flesh
on those old bones, boy—
and obviously still
some rancor and rage
left between your ears.
Oh, and one last
thing;
will you be
my valentine?
Valentine’s Day 2007
Feel Free To Laugh
We made it to Page Arizona using their computer.
Great trip so far, lots of good pictures.
For some reason this browser wont let me to my email.
Or Keth's so we can't tell him we made it.
But you know.
See ya later
Hallo, Lane!
I liked "Butterfly" the most; I couldn't make sense of "Cloudpump".
The LL & I hope you and Meredith are having a great time in AZ and that the weather there is as cloudlessly sunny and mild (68 dégrees Fahrenheit) as here in the "wundermonat Mai"!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann (+ LL)
Hallo, Glenn!!
1) Thanks for getting Lane to turn off his blocker, so we can talk among ourselves.
2) As I am limited in time to the period one-morning-a-week the LL volunteers at the State Library here, that I can get on the Internet (I don't have a connection in my room here or in Seattle), I don't have time to visit many Internet sites. Must sites for me are Lane's, Talvi's, and the newspaper in the nation where my other residence is (when in Germay, it's seattlepi.com; when I'm in Seattle, it's
nd-online.de), and michaelmoore.com
3) As a poet, Arp is (for good reason) unknown in Germany; as a scuöptor, he is admired (for good reason) here.
4) I can't afford sleeping accomodations on tzains and can sleep quite well on Amtrak's reclining seats in ´Coach Class".
5) I overnite in Oxnard (? the stop after Santa Barbara) because (a) it is cheaper than in LA and (b) the train gets into LA at night and is usually late and the area around LA's Union Station is not safe, while the area around Oxnard's (?) is safe!
6) The train trip Seattle-LA & vv is very scenic, and one can see more from coach than in the closeted sleeping accomodations.
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Here it is Blue Monday, May 5, 2008, Cinco de Mayo, and the beginning of another fine leaden-eyed working man's week.
Thanks Doug for stopping by somewhere and Wi Fi-ing it to us. Page, AZ is a nice town. Melva and I have stayed there several times. The last time we then went over and checked out the north face of the Grand Canyon, which is neat, but not up to the South side's beauty.
Thanks Anonomann to checking in too and responding to my inquiries about Arp and trains. Hopefully, sir, you will find a way to check out FEEL FREE TO READ, for it is fast becoming a neat neat blogsite; if I do say so myself, and I do--since I do most of the posting on it.
I have just about tapped out all the archivial material on FFTL, and NOTES FROM THE KELP, and POETMEISTER. I will just have to go with the new stuff from Doug, Alex, and Janet. But for now, the poetry stands tall, and there is some nice add on narratives from Sherman Alexie's blog site too.
I had one of my famous five minute weekends, being as busy as a beaver. I hosted the TFC screening of PICKUP ON S0UTH STREET on Friday night at CSL. Then I led the film discussion after the screening of THE COUNTERFEITERS at the Grand Theater in Tacoms on Saturday. Then I spend 5 hours viewing and reviewing Robert Bresson's PICKPOCKET, paying close attention to the essays and documentaries included on the Criterion DVD, in lieu of prep to discuss the film on May 21 at our monthly TFC meeting. I wanted to sneak out and catch IRON MAN with Robert Downey Jr., but I never found the time.
Well, Doug and Meredith, basking in the spring southwestern heat in AZ, we all hope you find your archeological treasures, and get on home safely--I guess later this week, right?
Glenn
Tuesday, Tuesday, and still no Sir and Madame Palmer--no shift to May on the meter, even though we are 6 days in at this moment. Perhaps when they return, Doug will be laden with pics and puns. That will be cool, enit?
Yesterday, in the late morning, the VA computers took a dump, and I had no internet for hours and hours. I rebooted this morning, crossed my fingers, and here it is. Small miracles, small victories please. I meet tonight with the TFC Producer's Committee to choose the three films for June. So we meet at a Mexican restaurant in Tacoma, and hash out our picks and choices. It is always fun, and puts me into a tizzy to get copies of the more obscure movies, and start doing the research immediately. It keeps me off the streets and off depression meds. Actually I have never been that depressed, clinically that is.
Alex is slaving away per usual, and her kelphistos wait in anticipation. Janet Leigh is heavy into her gardening on the Shenandoah, and so her blogging has been light as well. FFTR is looking fine, fit as a fiddle. I found jpg imagery that is way cool for every entry.
Glenn
Ah yes, Wednesday--and yet another day without the dazzling presence of Doug and Meredith. Their vacational bliss, their archeological meanderings continue. They shall return, of this I am sure.
I spent the morning working on my TFC chores, finding the research on the next three foreign films for June 2008 screenings and discussions. I will now go off and visit myself on FFTR, and Alex, and Janet, and see what is shaking.
Glenn
Hallo, Glenn!
Reading your extensive comments in this Blogsite does not leave me enough time to read "FEEL FREE TO READ" as well, as I also NEED to read other sites to keep up with the news, etc.
One site I did not mention in my recent list here is:
www.portside.org
It is a great site for progressive (the "portside" is the left side, for us non-boaters) news not to be found elsewhere in the establishment media. One of its correspondents, Victor Grossman, is an excellent source of info on what is happening in Germany.
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Hallo, Lane + Meredith!
The LL and I hope you are having a great time in Aridzona!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Well, Friday is here, May 9th, and still the blog header says April. Hey, that might be because Doug and Meredith are still roaring along on Amtrak, sniffing the aroma of desert air and sage. There was no indicator on Doug's part that this was going to be an "extended" vacation.
Thanks Anonomann, for reading the comments that I post here. But the posting on FEEL FREE TO READ are very rich, textured, inticing, and informative. I have put lots more of Doug's comments transformed to free verse on the site this week. I was not quite as tapped out as I thought previously, but I just quit posting them here too. A couple dozen were enough, enit?
It is ironic that when I post a poem by Janet Leigh, or a redeux poetic treatment of prose from Alex or Doug, that they get the credit. I am just pleased as punch that it "appears" that those three are posting much more on it than I do, even though I am doing all the posting; kind of my hidden joy in mastering that blog. Actually the few times Doug has posted on there, I have no editing privledges, so if I want to put a picture with the material, I have to repost it myself. Oh well, it's all good, and yesterday we were up to 481 postings since last November; quite an accomplishment actually.
Tonight I am off to CSL to host the screening for PICKPOCKET. I wrote a biased invitation, cuz I did not really like the film much, and I got spanked by the club president, as I should have been. I need to endeavor to be more objective with the club functions; ego, ego, where is thy candor?
Saturday Melva and I are invited to a Gala charity event, a black tie affair. I did not want to go, but Melva did--so we are going. Mixing with the wealthy is not my idea of a fun evening. My soon to be son-in-law, Jesse, invited us. His stepfather is a doctor, and he paid for the admissions and the meals.
Sunday is Mother's Day, and our one daughter who is in town, Andrea will come over to our place after she gets off work at noon, and cook Melva a wonderful supper. God, another five minute hectic weekend on the horizon. One day I will retire, and perhaps then I will find the time to get things done. Do they have Mother's Day in Germany or Europe, Anonomann? By the way, did you notice a few weeks ago that some imposter was posting in your name? Bit of a mystery, that, enit?
Glenn
I don't recall if you were ever a Joni Mitchell fan. Kristi and Sharon loved her, and I got hooked on her music, and her poetic lyrics. I found a website that listed her various song lyrics, and I ended up posting like a dozen of her songs as separate pieces of poetry, capped by a complete history of the singer. It got me exicited. Hope it interests a couple others too.
Glenn
Ten days now. Keth probably kept the home fires burning, and the cats fed. Vito picked up his money. Most of your car collection resides elsewhere. Your grass is growing like wild onions, and the natives are becoming restless. I posted about 20 of your former narratives, all transformed into free verse, that might draw a few moments of your interest along the way. Melva and I are off the this big charity Gala in a few hours. That should be fun, all those stuffed shirt doctors, lawyers, tycoons, and big shots. I should fit right in.
Glenn
Eleven and counting! Wow, when you two retired types decide to have a train trip, you do not spare the time table. This must be a way cool trip. Makes me green with envy. I have been moderately busy over this last 11 days of May, posting 150 things on FFTR, getting into the poetry and poetic lyrics of Joni Mitchell, Jim Morrison, Neil Young, John Lennon, and Robert Zimmerman. Our youngest daughter, Andrea, came over today to cook dinner for Melva; King Ranch chicken. It was scrumptious. I am so happy for George W. Bush who held his daughter, Jeni's wedding out at the ranch. Remember, even Hitler liked dogs.
Glenn
A Baker's Dozen, wow! What a trip! You could have gone to Europe and returned in this amount of time, possibly went to the moon and returned.
One can only assume that you are getting a lot of reading and sightseeing done, and that you are both becoming tanned and mellow from all that southwest weather. God, all over the other end of the country there are tornadoes tearing a new rectum for this country.
And here it is, another Monday with the Viscount of Rant, the Baron of BS, Sir Lane Savant, and his lady. Sniff,sniff, somehow we will have to carry on, to get through our hum drum lives without the insights and humor that Doug can provide.
Glenn
Hallo, Lane + Meredith!!
Where are you???????????
The LL and I are still in the northeastern part of Deutschland, and, I suspect, Glenn + Melva are still in the Seattle area.
The LL and I wish you, wherever you are out in Aridzona the best of health and happiness!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann (+ LL)
Hallo, Glenn!
Like you, I hate black (or any other color!) tie events. I don't wear such irrelevant and useless things like ties anywhere!! When I am a volunteer greeter for the street-level Cuckucks' Nest and am supposed to wear a tie, I wear an ascot (sold in Sinfonica; so that's my excuse for wearing it instead of the required tie), and several always comment positively on it. Try that option if you, too, find ties an anachronism in the 21st century.
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Actually Anonomann, ties were not the issue for me. I wear a tie daily to work at the office, and some of them I even like; kind of my uniform, enit? No, what I did not look forward to was being surrounded by doctors, lawyers, and Indian chiefs who were loaded with dough, spending thousands of dollars for their tax deductions. They are just not my kind of people. John Keester, local celebrity, was the emcee. At one point he just called for a cash donation, not an auction item, and raised 50 thousand dollars in 5 minutes.
I think this is Day 13 of the Palmer Paradise Express, rolling, rolling on those southwestern rails. In some ways, perhaps, traveling by train can take longer to get around--or maybe they are having a wonderful time. I know its hotter than hell there. Actually later this week some of that hot air is supposed to arrive up here in the northwest. Temps are supposed to got from the 60's here to the 80's on Friday; probably about when Doug and Meredith come home bringing all that hot air with them.
Glenn
Hey, just read a great Bob Dylan quote: No one is free. Even the birds are chained to the sky.
You will be thrilled that I posted 24 of Dylans song lyrics and poetry as well. Maybe you can find one of your fav's.
Glenn
Day 15 already! Now some of us are beginning to forget what you sound like. We already forgot what you look like. At this point you foray really illustrates "an extended vacation".
FFTR has gone ape shit. In May, so far, I am coming up on 200 fresh postings--poetry, poetic conversions of your prose, Alex's prose, and transcriptions of all of Janet Leigh's poetry, song lyrics from Joni Mitchell, Jim Morrison, Neil Young, Elton John, Bob Dylan (25 separate ones), Billy Joel, and then I found a plethera of movie star quotes which are way cool. I was thinking though, doesn't your sister, Janet, have some poetry she wrote that she would let you post? We want to enrichen the site even more. We now have over 500 postings on the site since last November. I was whipping them out the other day so rapidly that the "E-Blog" site bosses forced me to put in the scrambled letter codes on each one, because they were concerned with my "heavy volume" of postings. I'll give them heavy volume!
I have my medical treatments tomorrow and Friday, and I am doing pretty good considering. Last month I began going weekly to an "energy therapist" that Melva has been seeing, who is heavy into Bowen treatments and metaphysical healing. OMG, I think it is working. I do feel stronger and happier and more productive. My plan of getting better, a semblence of "well" by 2010, when I retire, is on track and rolling hard. Look out world! I know, I'm taking crazy, but it's early, and my synaps have not quite fully snapped into gear.
Glenn
Dude:
You are worrying us too, for yes, even the departed can "feel" stress and worry. You must be having a hell of a good time out there in the heat of Arizona. Man, I hope you've been wearing a hat, cuz that spring heat can boil your brain if you don't--and that's all you would need, pal. I am a bit envious too, thinking about all the Harley jaunts I had swinging through canyon country in Utah, and coming down those great blue lakes they used in PLANET OF THE APES, and then into Page, AZ, and then around the Grand Canyon, and then swung over to Monument Valley, and buzzed up to Mesa Verde. My lady rode behind with her fine legs wrapped tight on my hog. Those were the days, just our bed roll and my guitar.
Eddy Emerald
Dearest:
Isn't it wonderful that you and your Frau can spend this quality time on the train, letting the southwest tick by like a myriad of post cards. You must be getting a ton of reading done. Hopefully you have a slim volume of my verse to keep you company.
Emily
Hallo Lane & Meredith:
You must be seeing more than Arizona on your wunderbar train adventure. We will have lots to talk about when I see you next. LL sends her best. The weather here is not too warm yet. You have no trouble with rain, ya? You must live in the t-shirts and straw hats.
Anonomann & LL
I can remember when the Iron Horse first came to our lands. It smoked and belched and scared the buffalo--those few that were not slaughtered to feed the Chinks who were building the railroad; them and the Micks. We did the great train dance, but the iron horses still they came. And now you ride on them too, sipping your wine, and reading some innane book on music theory. Wave when you pass Flagstaff.
Chief Red Bear
I once rented a whole train, man, and took my posse on a ride from Memphis to Phoenix for one of my concerts. We partyied hard and the chicks were flowing. We kicked out windows and tore up the walls--took me a year to pay off the damages; but hell, it was worth it. You have to live in the moment, man. You never know what is around the corner! Got any peanut butter?
Elvis
I considered buying all to the railroads in America, repainting them all, and naming the whole damned thing Hughes Train West. But Northern Pacific would have none of it, the bastards, and they queered the deal. I stayed in Vegas, and just laughed it off. But like the Spruce Goose, it was a good idea ahead of its time.
Howard H.
It is great that you and your lovely wife have spent so much quality time in my state. Have you been following the nomination news? You really should. McCain is the only hope for this country! If that black muslim gets in the state of the union will go to hell in a laundry basket. And who in the world told Hilary that a woman could run anything but her mouth?
Barry Goldwater
I sit on my tombstone a lot and listen to the sad sound of the Amtrak whistles way off in the distance. I have no doubt that I would be a big hit there with you sitting in the club car swilling down some toddies. I still look pretty good, dying young and handsome like I did. I wish I still had my long blond locks, but they are still gracing the lodge pole of some Sioux tee pee.
George A. Custer
I think it's disgraceful that you let former Senator Goldwater shoot his gums off on this blog site. He was a sad joke for his whole career but no one got around to telling him the low down. He was just another McCarthy sissy boy like tricky Dick; reactionary and in the pocket of Big Business. No one keeps the reins of control on those big boys like I do in California. They want me to do a sequel to CONAN. I told them to go to hell. I'm too much fun playing a politician on TV.
Arnold S.; Governor & Movie Star & Former Mr. Universe & Big Shot Capitalist & Fag Hag.
I love the sound of a train whistle and the smell of diesel in the morning. It smells like.....
trickery.
Robert Duvall
Are you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me? There is no one else here! You keep this up and I will shove this .44 Mag up your pipe where the sun don't shine.
Travis Bickle
Are you packing heat, punk? Do you feel lucky, punk? Go ahead, reach for that beer! You are looking down the barrol of the most powerful handgun in the world, and it will blow your ass clean off. Of course mine is loaded with blanks, as you know.
Squint Eastwood
Dearest:
Pick some wild flowers on one of your many stop overs, and put one in your lapel. Don't tell Meredith that as you take a whiff of it you will think of me.
Emily
Listen Punk Bitch:
Der ain't gonna be no second warning! Vito is pissed beyond belief. He feels that youse is disrespectful of him cuz you don't stay in touch. Whatsamatterforyou?
He will send me and some boys over to your crib and disassemble your body parts, and youse knows of what I am referring to.
Ha Ha, just razzing your nads, Dougie. Fuggitaboutit!
Knuckles Knapster
There is nothing like a train ride to soothe the stress of being retired. Are you doing your stretches and sit ups and push ups? You are still in fine shape for a man your age. Keep it up.
Richard Simmons
Well, the gang's mostly here. I wondered how long it would take before some of the Anonymous posse would show up and make their views known. Actually, that's cool. Thanks to that motley crew, some of your recent postings have broken all comment count records for this site. This one will come close in doing the same. If you continue to stay out of town many more days, there will be enough to publish as a paperback.
Glenn
Master & Meredith:
Keth is not always kind. He feeds us, but will not pay any attention to us; no strokes, no pets, no time under the covers. We get the crunchers but very little wet food. The cat box has not been cleaned since you left. What a joy that is to use! Come home soon. We meeeow-iss you.
Polalie
Mr. Palmer:
I am the fellow who purchased your "classic" automobiles. I want you to know that when I cleaned them out I found several old condoms in the Fiat, two single dollar bills in the Alfa, and a crescent wrench in the Bristol. In addition there was a mouse nest in the trunk of the Bristol. I would be glad to hold these things for you until you decide what should be done with them.
Purchaser and Admirer Across Town
Hallo Lane and Meredith:
Margrit is anxious for your return, as am I, and Glenn too. And I guess Polalie too. LL would like that email address so the Frau can communicate. Continue to have grosse fun in AZ. Talk with you soon, Lane.
Anonomann & LL
Doug, youse punk:
Youse may findd some dirt piles in yer bakk yard when youse returrn. Da boys were lookin for some loot dat some of dem "lost". Somehow your moniker came up, and den we had to check it out. Not too bad, just 50 holes. Think of it as mafia gophers.
Vito
Christ on a crutch, I have lost count of the marvelous days that you two have been on the lamb. One can only project that you are sending the hot air our way. 76 today and 89 tomorrow. We are certainly ready for it!
15 days of May, and I just hit Posting 300 for the month. Is there no stopping me? Probably not. E-Blog tries when I hit 50 on one particular day, so that cools me down some. As Popeye used to say," I can't remember when I've had so much fun and still been sober!", and he said," I yam what I yam."--which I understand thoroughly.
Medical treatment for me today, followed by a metaphysical energy treatment. Just a busy guy, that's all there is to it. My poetic lyrics from singers and celebrity quotes have been, and still are tremendous fun and informative. FFTR has become PEOPLE magazine, or perhaps MAD magazine. Do you care? That's what I figured.
Glenn
Phew!
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